Molly Greyehttps://mollygreye.wordpress.com
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It’s So Easy, A Baby Can Do It!https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2014/09/29/its-so-easy-a-baby-can-do-it/
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Originally, any extra time I had been able to scrounge up would have been used on reading a book, hanging with some friends, or to catch up on my TV shows. But none of these activities were allocated any time and if they did, it was very little. The winner of my free time is napping. Yep, nap time is now my favorite pastime. Whether it’s on my bed, on the couch, or even in my boyfriend’s truck, I will nap.

Weird, I know, but let me put it to you this way: Being awake from 6am to 1am, mostly not by choice, eats me alive. When my body, mind, and soul is constantly filled with stress and adrenaline, taking a nap to shut out the world is the most amazing thing for me to do in order to relax. Best part is people are less likely to bother you while you are sleeping verses reading or watching a TV show.

A common thing people tell me is that I need a better sleep schedule. Well, when you own a brand-new business that needs constant attention like a newborn baby, then tell me again about adjusting my sleep schedule. In the meantime, I’m catching my Zzzs when I can.

]]>https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2014/09/29/puppy-eyes-wont-save-you/feed/1mollygreyeI’m Not Yo Buddy, Guy!https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/im-not-yo-buddy-guy/
https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/im-not-yo-buddy-guy/#respondSun, 31 Aug 2014 04:28:01 +0000http://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/im-not-yo-buddy-guy/Continue reading →]]>Want to earn a lot of friends? Open a business. Now expect to hear from people outside of your social group, i.e. high school friends, distant relatives, old work buddies, and even that one person, who you only met twice your whole life, will come walking in like you two have been friends forever.

Isn’t it awesome when everyone suddenly wants YOU to be THEIR friend?! Like you are some celebrity or hero or something Guess what…. WRONG

About 98% of these folks are nothing more than what I call “con-buddies.” These fakey-bakes will come up to you all “happy to see you” and compliment the hell out of your business and offer to help in way to manipulate their way onto your Trusted Friends list. Then when you least expect it…BAM! An imaginary friendship card gets slapped on the counter like it was issued to them from Sam’s Club and they are expecting all sorts of benefits from you because you’re FRIENDS now. BFFs for life, yo!

Whoa, what the hell right?! You think, “But I thought we were friends?” HA! Fooled you!

Worst of the worst: Fear the “con-buddies” who demand for you to ask them for help. IT’S A FUCKING TRAP!!! Don’t confuse their pesky “offering” to help you with volunteering. And God forbid you don’t firmly tell them you don’t need their help because they will be relentless. They will push, and nag, and at some point, will beg to help you. They may literally try to go behind your back and “fix” something around your store because they believe you would eventually ask them to as a favor. THEN they will claim that they helped you with your store like you couldn’t live without them and immediately expect more perks than a Capital One card. By helping you that one time, suddenly their imaginary friendship card turns platinum and “con-buddies” have been known to ask for outrageous shit, like requesting to pay only the wholesale value of their purchases.

By the way, if you are too foolish enough to give one “con-buddy” a friendship discount, be prepared to share the love because other “con-buddies” will want the same damn thing and will harass you for it. Like bunnies, these discounts will multiply and you’ll be losing money faster than you can make which can be detrimental to a brand-new business.

The number of people who have done this to me and my business partner is pretty alarming and our guard has been up ever since. It’s hard to trust people who suddenly want to be your friend when in reality they are allowing YOU to be THEIR friend.

I’m not saying all people who pop up like this are “con-buddies.” We’ve been blessed to have some we can actually trust and don’t charge us an arm and a leg for merely moving a couple of tables around. The purpose of this post is to warn future entrepreneurs about these types of people and how unhealthy they are to you and your business.

My last blog entry was in November 2013. Hot damn, it’s been a long time since I posted something.

Well, let’s catch up! I’m currently a co-owner of a four-month-old retail store with a cafe that is still under construction. It’s quite a feat but it was hard as hell to start and still hard to keep going. It’s like having a baby except the joys weren’t immediate (renovations) and it needs to eat a lot (money) and it shits a lot (bills). Lucky the demand is there. It’s just a matter of marketing the store and getting the word out there.

Despite all that, I’m very proud of that store. It’s beautiful. I show it off more than parents who show off pictures of their new born baby. Maybe. That might be debatable. But I try to compete. Four months in and I hope we can survive that first scary year. It’s absolutely intimidating.

Other that than, I still try to have some fun in my life. When this thing called spare time decides to pay me a visit. Reading books have been a wonderful escape. I do miss exercising. I’ve gain weight in places that are flattering and not so flattering.

I’m going to try and get back to writing. It’s been the best relief. I miss storytelling. I miss expressing myself.

]]>https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/wheres-the-easy-button-for-tax-returns/feed/1mollygreye20131014_231926.jpgIt Started With A Pencilhttps://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/10/04/it-started-with-a-pencil/
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]]>https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/10/04/it-started-with-a-pencil/feed/5mollygreye20131004_203152-1.jpgBest Quote Of The Month Goes To… (Sept ’13)https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/best-quote-of-the-month-goes-to-sept-13/
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]]>https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/best-quote-of-the-month-goes-to-sept-13/feed/5mollygreyeParlez-Vous Forklift?https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/parlez-vous-forklift/
https://mollygreye.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/parlez-vous-forklift/#commentsMon, 23 Sep 2013 19:06:42 +0000http://mollygreye.wordpress.com/?p=2734Continue reading →]]>Richie has a major crush on Sylvia
An exchange student from France
He’s been taking French lessons
So he could ask her to the dance

Sylvia is a beautiful, outgoing girl
Richie really wants to impress her
He greets her with, “Bonjour, mademoiselle.”
She smile and says, “Bonjour, monsieur.”

Not waiting another second
Richie stutters everything in French
Sylvia gives him a funny look
His hands feel slightly drench

Very sweetly, she responds, “Get better.”
Pats his shoulder and walks away
Disappointed, Richie confronts his French teacher
“What the heck did I say?”

The teacher listens to his lines
To understand why Richie is so miffed
She explains to him what he actually said
‘He tried to hit me with a forklift.’